David’s POV.
As Claire clings herself to me while we stalk into the house, I feel Vera’s gaze running all over me. Shit, this isn’t how I expected to spend the morning after such a wild night with Vera.
Claire suddenly showed up here unannounced. Damn, she almost caught me in bed with Vera and I wonder what would have happened
had Andrei not flashed my cell phone and texted me.
Claire almost bumped into my room this morning. Hell, it would have been shitty but thanks to Andrei things were handled discreetly.
I couldn’t wake Vera up so I decided to keep Claire restrained in the courtyard until Vera woke up.
Well, seeing her out here with my bathrobe and bearing the scent of my soap isn’t what I expected.
However, I must say it makes her look beautiful, more like my possession.
Seeing Vera in my clothing, makes me feel a sense of satisfaction…
I fucking love it so much that I can’t deny it. And those dark locks of hers dripping water, her face naked from any makeup makes me want to devour her.
I shut my eyes and breathe heavily as I remember what it was like having her naked body against mine. Hearing her moan as I took her in many positions.
Frigging hell! I was a caveman last night. Like a man denied sex in decades. I took Vera not minding it was her first time having a real cock fill her up.
I grit my teeth and fist my free palm as I remember I’m actually the first man to ever be inside her. Fuck, it undoes me.
It makes my muscles cord with the need to take her more. To possess her.
Frigging hell, Vera’s mine.
Last night was memorable. So good I can’t forget the details of what we did. How it started and how it ended with several of my seeds bathing her insides as her muscles clench my dick in a vise-like grip.
“Here, here!” Claire exclaims as we reach the dining. The dishes on the table waft into the air, harassing my nose.
Claire rushes before me and pulls a seat out for me. “Because you deserve to be treated like a king.” She says, watching as I meander over and settle down on it.
“Thank you.” I manage a smile.
“And you’re always welcome, sweetness.” She whispers and before I know it, Claire leans down and presses her lips to mine again.
Hell, what’s she doing? Not in front of Vera.
I wonder how kid’s going to take this in.
Great, I made her sign the NDA last night before anything. Otherwise, she would have exposed how raw things were between us the night before.
My intention is to remain aloof with Vera outside of the bedroom. I want to feel like I don’t feel a single thing for her.
That’s the best way this is going to work.
At the thought, I respond a little to Claire’s
kisses but push her off just before she basks in it.
“Ahem!” Vera coughs, dragging the seat beside mine to sit.
“Oh, I can never forget how sweet you’re. ” Claire purrs, seductively lifting up slowly so I can have a glimpse of her breasts.
I scoff inwardly. Nothing about her holds a candle to the body I had against mine last night.
I peer over at Vera and I see the stain of crimson on her face. A look deeper, I see my marks around her neck. Fuck, I grazed her skin madly in between the pleasures and now she bears my marks.
I love it. It makes her look sexier.
I have to admit this, my night with Vera was far more awesome than the ones I’ve had with her mother. I guess my intuition was right. Sex with Vera was my best sex. And I want more.
More of nipples.
More of her lips.
More of her moans.
More of her pussy. Her clit. Everything. I want them of all.
And I’m not frigging going to stop.
“Oh, oh, Vera,” Claire utters, raising her head to look at kid. “I advise you to take another seat. I’m supposed to sit on that one.” She commands Vera.
I crinkle my brows at her words. Is she commanding Vera before me? In my house? The guts.
The seat in question is the one closest to me and Claire doesn’t want Vera to sit on it.
I’m just about to speak when Vera’s voice impales the air.
“The last time I checked, this is my home. And so you have not a single right to order me. I can sit wherever I want. However, I wish to.” Vera’s tone is condescending, it shocks me.
A girl of nearly nineteen is commanding Claire? A smile faintly tugs at my lips, watching as she slumps into the seat.
“You’re becoming a brat, you know,” Claire says, exasperated. “Sweetie, I guess she needs some home training and respect.”
“As much as you do.” Vera retorts with a snort. Claire’s face dims with anger.
“How dare you talk back at me…” Claire’s about to respond and I cut her off.
“It’s okay, Claire. Please make yourself comfortable in another seat.” I tell her and Claire makes some noise at the back of her throat before moving over.
“Oh, let me help…” Claire immediately stands to her feet and rushes over to my side when I try to scoop some rice and the Basil chicken soup onto my plate.
I let her do it, though and she continues babbling about her girls’ trip.
“And like I was saying, Tracy met with some other man that night. And guess what? She forgot about her new lover and jumped right across to him…”
While she was saying that and scooping the food, I felt my skin prickle…
Literally, my toes curl as if something is clawing them sexily. I almost moan.
I dip my eyes lover and see Vera’s toes inching up and down on my legs.
I peer up at her and she bit lewdly on her lips, winking at me.
“And here’s the King’s portion.” Claire excitedly pushes the plate to me before hurrying back to her seat…
By now, Vera’s leg is running up my thighs…just a few inches from my cock.
“Oh…” I gasp, almost vomiting the food in my mouth as her big toe probed my phallus.
“Are you good, baby?” Claire asks trying to hurry over but I stop her quickly.
“Don’t worry, Claire…I’m good.” I stutter. She nods slowly, dropping back down to her seat.
I look up at Vera and see her eyes gleaming with…lust…fuck.
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>>Vera>>
I’m trying to focus on my food but it’s not working. Not at all.
Not when David is grunting at every flick of my toe on his cock.
Shit, the fact that I’m risking it makes it hot
It gets me high and horny.
I want to have that dick inside me again.
Claire thinks she’s way smart but she’s not. If she wants us to compete for David’s attention, then I’m out for her.
She can’t win me on this. Not at all.
I continue rubbing daddy, loving how difficult he finds it to eat.
“Don’t you like the food, sweetie?” Claire asks.
Hearing her call him that makes me annoyed.
Quickly, David drops his cutlery, relaxing against the seat.
“Of course, I do.” He bites out, barely holding it in. I grin at the knowledge that I’m driving his gaga. I watch his throat bob as he swallows. He breathes through his teeth and says. “Tell me more about your trip…”
Oh, yeah. So he can enjoy the foot rub over his cock.
And the ignorant bitch, Claire babbles on and on while I flick my daddy with my toes. He’s
already dripping wet, every drop of his precum makes the movement around his dick with my toes slick and easy.
He groans at the back of his throat and I see his muscle cords, pulling tighter.
I swirl my spoon around my plate, manage to close my lips over the portion I scooped up, and chew.
I moan but not from the sweetness of the food but rather from the deliciousness of feeling David’s veiny dick come in contact with my toes.
Just like that, I keep getting him off as Claire gushes on and on about her frigging girls trip.
David’s just about to blow up and shoot out his cum but I stop and quickly stand up.
“I need some coffee to supplement this,” I say and scoot away from the table. As I walk into the kitchen, I feel David’s eyes on me.
While pretentiously dally around in the kitchen with the coffee maker, I don’t know when David leaves the space until I hear someone clear her throat behind me.
I gasp and turn, only to meet the glaring eyes of Claire.
“Oh, it seems the mistress isn’t happy with the meal. You perhaps want some hot liquid down your throat?” I tease, maneuvering around to settle on the nightstand.
Claire snarls as she faces. “You know what I want?” She simmers. “For you to never exist in David’s life. For you to run as far away as you can.”
“Oh…” I chuckle but she continues.
“I see the way you look at him…with lust and want. But let me tell you brat, David’s mine.”
“What makes you say so?” I ask, smiling as I sip the billowing hot coffee.
“You’re way too little and childish for him to want anything with you. Tell me, what exactly can you boast about now?”
My face slightly crumples at her words. My chest starts heaving at the blatant insult.
“Nothing, I presume. You see, men like David want successful women by their side.” She scoffs, dragging her eyes around me. “You’re not even a woman.”
“That’s enough!” I bark, rising to my feet. “I can’t stand you insult me…”
“I’m just stating facts…” She quips.
“You don’t any right to say that…”
“Of course, I do…” She steps into my space and gushes. “Stay away from David or I swear I’ll make your life difficult.”
She steps away and I find myself asking. What can you do?”
“Just watch and see.” She says, walking away.
I slump into the chair, her slurring words running through my head.
I’m not woman enough. Is that why David made me sign the NDA?
I don’t understand at all.
Regardless, I’d rather die than let that bitch win him over. I can’t let her win.
To be continued…